Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
UT,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.